Breaking Free... USUK
"Arthur! AAAARRRTHUUUURRRR!" America cried.
Running as fast as he could, England ran to the little nation.
"Alfred! What happened?" England questioned.
"I-I fell! And scraped my knee! IT HURTS, ARTHUR!" America screamed.
England leaned down and examined the nations small knee. Sighing, he picked up America and walked him to the house.
America sobbed into the elder nations shoulder.
"Alfred, you'll be fine..."
"Promise...?"
Smiling reassuringly, England replied, "Yes. I promise."
Later, England's promise was up-held. America was his usual flambouyant and cheery self. Jumping around and laughing. That's how Alfred should be.
This was the America England loved. This was the America England cherished. This was the only being that brought true happiness into England's life. This child... was England's light.
Little did England know... that his little light of his life... would never stay "Little"...
Years have passed, and America was grown. Though, his eyes still shone like saphires. His hair still flowed in the wind like the grain in his feilds. He was still a child at heart, but he was becoming reckless. England hadn't the mind to speculate what could happen.
This was England's fatal mistake.
England was brought back to reality by a tap on his shoulder.
"We are ready when you are, Sir," said a soldier.
Swallowing hard, England nodded.
"Ready..."
Hundreds of muskets were raised and put into place.
"Aim..."
Fingers raised to triggers.
"Fire...!"
Only one breath was given to England by God before all hell broke loose.
Guns were fired.
Blood was spilt.
The ground was soiled with the blood of its cultivators.
People were dropping like flies on a hot day.
Each side were experiencing fatal losses.
America and England were writhing in pain as each of their soldiers fell.
Neither were going to give up.
Not yet.
"GET THEM!" yelled Alfred.
"FIRE, MEN, FIRE!" shreiked Arthur.
"DON'T BACK DOWN!" the two men screamed, in perfect unison.
The fighting went on.
And on.
And on.
What else culd they do?
Each man was too prideful to back down. They wouldn't admit defeat.
Until...
"LET GO OF ME, UNGRATEFUL WANKER!" England spat at one of America's soldiers.
The soldier despensed of the English-man at his commanders feet.
Looking up, England saw America's face looming over his own. His face was bruised, blood stained, and dirt spattered. He was bleeding at the shoulder.
"Arthur..."
England noticed the hard, stone-cold tone in America's voice.
He knew what he was planning.
"A-Alfred... D-Don't do it..."
"Will you give me my freedom?" The American asked. His eyes no longer shone like saphires, but were like ice.
"Alfred...! I can't...!"
"Then, I must do what is best... For me and my people..."
England's eyes widened in fear as America pointed the gun at his head.
"Alfred! DON'T YOU DARE PULL THAT TRIGGER!"
America just stared, placed his finger on the trigger, and aimed.
The trigger was pulled back.
Time seemed to slow down, if only for a moment.
At the last moment... America twisted his wrist, and the bullet was cought off its target. England's heart.
The bullet penetrated deep into the english man's shoulder. Still fatal, he collapsed on the ground.
He was bleeding hard and fast. He could feel America's presence beside him.
"I win..." America whispered in England's ear.
England growled.
Little did he notice, nor hear for he blacked out at that very moment, the next words that came out of the blonde american's lips.
"I love you, Arthur..."